Pasture-raised brown eggs. Deep gold yolks. Collected daily on thirteen acres in South Carolina.
A mixed dozen of unwashed, pasture-raised eggs from our flock — brown eggs. Collected daily, never more than a week old.
The grocery store egg is engineered. Caged hen, machine-washed, packed by a machine, refrigerated for who-knows-how-long. Ours start somewhere else.
Our hens free-range across thirteen acres. They eat what they find first — bugs, grasses, the occasional tomato off the vine — and they get a layer feed in the evening when the guardian dogs walk them in. That diet is why the yolks come out the color of a sunset and the whites stand up straight in the pan.
We collect twice a day, by hand. The eggs don't get washed; that's deliberate. Hens lay with a natural protective coating called the bloom, which keeps the egg fresh on a counter for weeks. We leave it on. You'll get them with maybe a smudge of yard or a stray feather. Brush it off — don't soap it.
Counter is fine for two weeks. In the fridge, six weeks easy. To bake with them, let them come to room temperature for 20 minutes — the whites whip higher and the yolks emulsify into batter without seizing.
To wash: rinse with water that's slightly warmer than the egg, dry it, and use within a day. Don't wash them all at once — wash as you cook.
If one feels light or rattles, float-test it: drop it in a glass of water. Fresh eggs sit flat on the bottom, week-olds tilt up, anything that floats has gone off. (We've never had one go off, but we say it anyway.)
Pickup at the farm in Great Falls, SC — we'll text you when your dozen is set aside. Eggs do not ship.